Page 7 of Bred By Dad’s Boss (Bred By A Daddy)

Darius

L ast night was fucking miserable. When I saw her in the restaurant, I wanted to beat the little shit she was with to a bloody pulp, but relief flooded me when I realized she was with a group of girlfriends.

When she grabbed my arm, going with me willingly, I wanted to lead her out the front door, to my car, to ravage her in the front seat, let her ride me fast and hard, wringing her pleasure from my willing body.

Then, confessing my need for her, seeing her eyes flare, conflicting hesitation and desire.

She is exquisite. Offering to let her go was the most heinous lie I’ve ever spoken.

If she chooses to turn away from my office, I won’t be able to leave her alone.

I could try, wasting time we could be spending together, but to what end?

She is meant to be mine. I saw interest in her eyes, I’ll just need to find a way to make her embrace that spark and allow me to burn her with my obsession.

I woke before sunrise this morning, energy pouring out of me in waves.

Midas and I went for a run in the dark, farther than we’ve ever gone, both of us breathing hard by the time we got back to the penthouse.

In the shower, I fisted my cock, painting the wall yet again to thoughts of Ivy, her name shouted with my release.

Soon, I’ll have the real thing beneath me, taking my seed in her ripe womb.

I know eventually I’ll have to come clean about my actions, but that’ll have to wait until she’s mine forever.

I arrived at work early, surprising everyone, shrugging it off with the excuse of having a meeting with a European company.

I’ve been locked in my office all morning, watching the security monitors, waiting to see Ivy walk into the building.

When I see her walk across the foyer, bag in hand, my hands grip my desk, eyes drinking in her perfection through the grainy video feed.

Seeing my woman disappear into her father’s office, my breathing gets more ragged as time passes.

After fifteen minutes I’m convinced she’s keeping me waiting, intentionally prolonging my torture.

When I finally see his office door open, my breath catches in my chest, waiting for her to turn left or right.

She turns right, heading toward my office, taking one step, then two, before shaking her head and turning left, toward the elevators.

After a few faltered steps, she turns again, her small hands indicating an internal debate.

I growl as she stands still, bringing her hand to her mouth, chewing a fingernail.

She takes a few tentative steps in my direction before she stops again.

“Oh for fuck sake, Ivy, come the fuck on!” I shout, frustration overriding my common sense.

As if she heard me in her heart, she quickly lowers her fingers, and walks quickly in my direction, coming to a stop at my assistant’s desk.

“Yes!” I exclaim quietly, trying to contain my excitement.

She’s here. Finally. Now I’m going to take what is mine.

I close the camera feed, walking to my door, throwing it open as my assistant raises her hand to knock, a nervous Ivy standing behind her.

“Miss Jensen, please, come in. Patti, we are not to be disturbed. Thank you,” I say firmly, knowing she’ll keep needy employees away from my office until I say otherwise.

I shut the door behind Ivy, caging her between my arms, leaning in close.

Her presence here is all I need to make her mine.

“You brought your father his lunch, but what did you bring your Daddy to eat?” I ask as my hands go under her ass and I pick her up.

Her arms band behind my head, holding her to me, her chest pressing into mine.

I kiss her lips gently, groaning when she opens her mouth, her teeth scraping my bottom lip, surprising me with her confidence.

I reach one hand up, moving her hair to the side as my lips explore the column of her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, before moving to her collarbone, my tongue trailing over her silky skin.

“I need to see you,” I rasp, setting her back on the ground, my hands traveling over her shoulders to the zipper at the nape of her neck.

With each inch of flesh exposed by the lowered zipper, my cock hardens further.

Her hands come from around my neck to fumble with the clasp of her bra.

Both of us are panting by the time her breasts are exposed to my gaze.

“Fuck, Ivy. You’re fucking perfect,” I say before my lips lock around her nipple, my tongue teasing the puckered flesh before switching to the other, eliciting a lustful moan from the goddess in front of me in only skimpy silky panties.

I pick her up, carrying her bridal style over to my desk, setting her gently on the polished wood, sitting before her in my leather chair.

She gazes down at me, her thighs parting instinctively, showing me the damp spot growing on the silk barely covering her core.

I bite my lower lip, the pain nothing compared to what my cock has been feeling since I first saw her.

Rolling forward to sit between her thighs, I look up at her.

My hands skate up her legs, my fingers reach over the silky fabric, watching her muscles quiver.

I groan at the sight of her damp panties, quickly pulling them off to tangle around her feet.

“Lean back, babygirl,” I say, watching as she lowers herself back to rest on her forearms. She’s able to see everything I do to her at this angle, so I tell her what I’m about to do.

“I’m going to devour this pussy, Ivy. First, my tongue will tease your clit, until you’re writhing on the desk, begging me to give you a release.

But I won’t. I’ll lick your folds until your thighs are clamped around my head, desperate to hold me where you need me.

But I won’t stay there. Finally, I’ll explore your depths with one finger, then two, if you’re a real good girl, giving you a small preview of what my cock will feel like when I finally take you.

And only then, when you’re so desperate for me, will I allow you to come on my tongue.

How does that sound, babygirl?” I ask, smirking up at her .

Lowering my gaze again, I see my words have affected her, her desire glistening, beckoning my tongue closer. With a growl, I drop my head, eagerly diving to lap at her clit.

“You’ve made your decision,” I prompt, licking my lips and leaning back to look up at her. “Now, you’re mine— forever.” Her gasp is fucking adorable.

Ivy sits up, her head moving from side to side almost imperceptibly, and she begins to fidget, refusing to meet my eyes. “I thought you wanted a… a fling.” Her confession makes the anger rise in my chest. Anger that she could doubt my desire, anger that I haven’t been more forthcoming.

With a rueful chuckle, I lean forward, my hands covering her thighs, looking up at her.

“No, Ivy. I don’t want just a fling. Anyone could give me that.

I want something that only you can give me.

” I wait for realization to dawn on her, but she just keeps looking at me.

“When you agree to be mine, babygirl,” I pause, letting her process the endearment, her deep flush encouraging my words.

“When you’re mine, you’re my babygirl, and I’m your Daddy.

I’ll spoil you, cherish you, and devour you. ”

Heat flares in her eyes. “When I’m yours…

” she starts, looking around before bringing her eyes back to mine as she hops off the desk and sinks down onto my lap, straddling my thighs.

“That means you’re mine, right? Nobody else gets you.

” Her jealousy goes straight to my cock. “How does this work, exactly?”

“When you agree to be mine,” I say as her palm settles on my shoulder, “nobody else gets any part of me. You are the only one in my world.” Her hand explores my chest tentatively, before my fingers wrap around her wrist, bringing it to my lips.

“Babygirl, I want you to give me your official answer. "

Ivy is silent for a few minutes, her pulse racing against my lips. I can see her eyes darting side to side as she considers everything we’ve discussed. “I… I want to be yours, Mr. Slater,” she says on an exhale.

“Ivy, you either call me Darius or Daddy,” I demand. “Now,” I growl, palming her ass and putting her back on the desk, “I’m going to finish eating this delicious treat you brought me,” I inform her darkly, pulling her hips to the edge of the desk, ready to bury my face between her thighs.

“Oh, umm—okay,” she whispers, her ice blue eyes piercing mine expectantly. “Darius,” she gasps. I sink into her pussy, desperate for her flavor to explode on my tongue. Licking through her folds, I find her clit hard and needy, her thighs quivering when my tongue brushes against it repeatedly.

I keep my eyes locked on hers as my tongue touches her clit, causing her to gasp with a jolt as I alternate between flat licks and pointed teasing.

She’s chanting under her breath, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to tempt me to apply enough pressure to hasten her release.

“Uh uh, babygirl,” I chide, changing my position to allow a flat swipe of my tongue over and through her wet folds.

“Fuck, this little cunt tastes so good. So delicious and ripe for me. I’m going to need to eat it every day,” I groan, diving deeper, licking up as much of her essence as possible.

Her thighs move automatically to cradle my head, making me laugh, the vibration shooting through her core, making her writhe, her thighs dropping back to the desk.

Returning my tongue to her clit, running gentle figure eight motions, I bring one finger to her entrance, gently exploring her opening, moving a little more inside of her with each lick of her clit.

Her breath hitches but returns to an erotic pant quickly.

I work one finger into her tight channel, curling it to find her g-spot, eager for her release, but determined to follow through on my promise.

“Darius,” she moans, hips rocking, encouraging my finger to move inside her, “I need more.” Willing to give her anything she desires, I bring another finger to her entrance, slowly adding it, stretching her for when I finally fuck her.

“Dar-Daddy!” she cries, coming on my fingers, her pussy pulsing around them as my tongue flicks her clit quickly.

I remove my fingers, lapping at her entrance in long strokes, collecting her nectar, committing her flavor to memory.